Oh man, I am HUNGRY. I mean, I did have a couple of slices of French bread this morning, but still.

So, for Expos, we get to write about a song (or poem) that we feel relates to our life. I chose The Living End's "Growing Up (Falling Down)", and he says I need another (the song repeats too much). So I've narrowed it down to three songs (lyrics all copy/pasted from plyrics.com, hence terrible punctuation and grammar):

MottoHave you ever felt that something,you know that something that keeps you sane?and you can't explain whyBut you know it's what's left inside youand I know that it's that somethingyou know that something that keeps me saneand I can't explain why when it's all I have I have left to hold ontoAnd when I say It's everythingfrom my highest hopes to my dumbest schemesyou'll never know what it means to me.I'm just a reason away, from that something that keeps me sane.

History of a Boring TownJust talked to this girl,used to live, yea, on my street. (woah-oh-oh)After all these years you're here,and you remember me. (woah-oh-oh)She said her old boyfriendpacked up and headed back east.But she always knew some day...he would go.

She just got a new joband she's down to her last. (woah-oh-oh)So let's take a drink and never think, yeahere's to the past. (woah-oh-oh)She said its so funny,how life runs out so fast.It's just another wasted day.

A boring life in a boring townwith the same old crowd. (woah-oh-oh)When I used to say, that I'd never saythat I'm rotting here today. (woah-oh-oh)With that same old crowdthats always been around.And I always thought I'd bethe first to go.

That same old crowd,that drags me down.Another day in a boring town.That same old crowd,that brings me down.A boring life in a boring town.

Just talked to this girl,used to live, yea, on my street.After all these years you're here,and its still just you and me.Sometimes I can't belive after all these yearsI just think I'll never leave here.She said it's so funny,how life runs out so fast.Let's take another drink,and here's to the past.

That same old crowd,that drags me down.Another day in a boring town.That same old crowd,that brings me down.A boring life in a boring town.

And remember when they looked through you,and then looked past me.We were the ones they said would always leave.So when you go, just think of me,think of me. (woah-oh-oh)

Big CrashSometimes, I think somethingswrong with me because,I was never one,to believe in anyone or anything.Its always been just me.Its always been just.